Letting Go
Letters tied with ribbons of satin,
Even for someone an old hatpin,
These are the things I save,
To other folks mementos I am a slave.
I don't know why I don't let them go.
No reason at all to keep them...So
Going, going, gone...I've made up my mind.
Getting rid of all things left behind.
Out with theirs, space for mine, I'll find.
4/2/16
Getting rid of that junk has set me free.
I don't know why it took me so long.
Now I have room for my own and me.
Putting self first is not that wrong.
useless things take space
as much as useful items
for no sane reason
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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